Of course you must stay with us, I assured my suddenly homeless son. For as long as it takes to rebuild. Which could be weeks, I thought, looking at the muddied wreck that had been home for the family of four. We’d seized as many of their possessions as we could, splashing through the rapidly rising waters in our little convoy – cars and a truck bursting with mattresses, fridge, clothes and fluffy toys. A team of touch football mates appeared from nowhere to help load... Read More